When Lexie McAdams arrives in Philadelphia with barely enough money to cover a crappy motel's night stay, she's desperate to find a job.
Coming across a gym with a help wanted sign in the window, Lexie is hesitant at first but quickly realizes she has no choice. Little did she know, that stepping foot inside would bring her one step closer to finding her escape.
"What's that on your wrist, Poptart?" He asks, his eyes flashing in anger as they narrowed in on the faded purpled shadows on my skin.
"Nothing!" I quickly pull my arm out of his grasp, pulling at the sleeves of my shirt.
How could I have been so careless about covering those up?
"Lexie." He growled as he leaned in and gently took my hands in his. "Let me see."